"i'm the closest to superhuman you're gonna get".


the way that we dance, the reason we dream
that big italian tower, well, how does it lean
something so strong shouldnt make me this weak
oh, nothin' 'bout love makes sense.


dang, i really miss making music.


making all the plans in the world.
attempting to finish but feeling the sinking sensation knowing there's no way the agenda is going to be completed.
ultimately, the final say is with Him.
all things are made possible.
He made a way.


no more strength for resistance of any sort.


sometimes, a shattering has to come before understanding can be sought.
because too often, we get caught up in our own worlds, our own minds, that we forget others cannot see through our heads.
the assumptions, the pre-conceived notions, the expectations.
sure, it makes for efficiency if these intangibles are shared.
but when they clash, conflicts arise and misunderstandings are birthed.
the subsequent feelings of not being understood serve to exacerbate, giving no reason to compromise at your cost.
there has to come a breaking point, where the realization and awareness of this phenomenon sets in.
that it is not truly a zero-sum game but one of consensus.
then, resolution is not too far off in the distance.


nothin' 'bout love is less than confusing
you can win when you're losing
stand when you're falling, i cant figure it out
nothin' ' bout love can make an equation
nothin' short of amazin'
wish i could explain it but i dont know how.

perfection at 1:12 AM